friday's aren't supposed to be like this.

im feeling like this today. i think i woke up at the wrong side of the bed today. that's why everything went terribly wrong wrong & more wrong. ):

i was supposed to be in school by 7am to see traffic duty. but i effing woke up at 610am, despite setting my effing alarm clock at 530am. can you imagine how effing pissed i was when i woke up?! and dont even make me talk about yesterday, i was practically LATE for school! when i reached there, PLEDGE TAKING & NATIONAL ANTHEM WERE OVER. FREAKING OVER.

O-V-E-R! AND I WAS MARKED DOWN. #$%!^&*(!!!!!

ARGH. and and to continue the bad day today. i entered the LT with a freaking pissed off look(yes, i know, classmates..) and marcus, spoke to me about me. he asked me what was wrong. and i simply replied, "Im pissed with myself. and im currently having a problem with myself."

WTF? i mean, although it's the truth, i still can't believe i said that to him. and the horrors of all horrors, cynthia turned and probed further. it's not that i don't want to talk about these, but more of, i don't know how to put all this to words.

well, marcus, being marcus, offered to counsel me. -.- so sweet of him. i smiled though. because i felt that if i were to say anything, he might just holler at me for doubting his proffession again. haha. no la, kidding. i was just at loss for words.

the art paper i had to do sucked as well. i couldnt focus due to the overwhelming emotions that were having a hurricane within myself. and my partner, ter, was sneezing her head off. her friend, who's nice, came to talk to us. somehow, we came to the topic on hair.

friend: my hair is so short. i want to keep my fringe longer.
me: then why did you cut it in the first place? or did you shave? (he's a
guy)
friend: WHAT!? NO!? i don't shave my hair!
me: oh, then you cut them?
friend: no. i use the.. the.. the.. *trying hard to find a suitable
word*
me: *stare* shaver?
friend: yeah! that to shave my hair!

me & ter & friend: *we burst out laughing*

if you don't get it. please pray.

after art, had some stupid fun in the SAC and then i joined vic and brig with some guys for rugby. it felt good to be on the field again. but this time, without boots (cos it was kinda impromptu), didn't dare to run too fast cos i was afraid i would fall and i wasn't intending to change, still having problems with myself. the games were good. but i suck. period. I SUCK (:

i went home, and i think i got possessed. i went to cut a little of my hair. MAD. I TELL YOU. MAD. although there isn't much difference, but knowing that i DID cut my fringe, and it somehow looks different after bath makes me feel sooooooooooooooooo irritated until i might just decide to clip up my entire hair the next week.

i had the intention of cutting my hair really short, although knowing the fact that people will think otherwise, which is NOT true. hello, short hair doesn't mean lesbian okay. sickos. but weechew said he will NOT talk to me if my hair goes short. and i don't think i can live without weechew not talking to me. cos if so, no one will sing the witchdoctor song with me anymore. )= ohoh. and mathew won't talk to me also. that is if i were to cut my hair. TSK.

therefore, im not cutting. shall go for a diff style then (:

or rather, i shall wear the HAIRNET.

i think im like a walking zombie. because, like seriously, i can't see the point of existence. the reason. and the hurricane of overwhelming emotions are causing me to feel immense pain, to the extent of not feeling anything more.

now i shall hug my bolster and bawl my eyes out.

i really should stop thinking like this, really.

AND I EFFING WANNA WATCH RWC BUT I DONT HAVE STARHUB.
NOW, IM AFRAID SOMEONE WILL TELL THAT CHANNEL 5 IS ALSO TELECASTING THAT.